"Let's go out for a private visit incognito." Lin Youde suddenly said.

"Huh?" Isabella glared at Lin Youde. She couldn't understand Chinese, but she seemed to sense that there was something wrong with Lin Youde's speech with some special "perception".

Josephine, who knew Chinese, showed her husband a helpless smile that seemed to say, "Here you go again."

"I mean," Lin Youde changed to English, "let's go out incognito for a private visit."

The doubts on Isabella's face only grew stronger. It seemed that this time Lin Youde's Naozawa did not achieve the same expressive effect as in the past. So he had to switch to a more wordy translation method: "Let's pretend to be civilians and go shopping.

OK?"

Fusabella frowned slightly and asked, "Why? Is there any point in doing this?" "You can't fully experience the charm of [Chinese] culture by staying in this kind of former royal garden." Lin Youde used both hands.

"Look, you are so bored that you want to play chess with Josephine." "Why should I experience the charm of [Chinese] culture? I am not interested in it."

As she spoke, Isabella lowered her head and returned her gaze to the chessboard, seeming to continue the "meditation" she had been doing for a full five minutes.

As soon as Lin Youde saw her attitude, he knew there was something going on.

So he said: "Let's go, Bella. You have already lost this game anyway."

"Who said that!" Isabella rolled her eyes at Lin Youde unhappily, "Maybe there is some kind of winning method that neither you nor I have discovered, some kind of method that only God knows. I think I will find it soon.

It's gone." Lin Youde smiled and reached out to gently touch Isabella's head.

"Don't move, it's so annoying." She said this, but Isabella did not move Lin Youde's hand away.

In fact, Isabella's chess skills are pretty good. She has a 50-50 winning rate whether she plays against Josephine or Lin Youde. The problem is that she cares about face so much that she has to persist for a long time every time she wants to lose. But Lin Youde and the others don't play time-limited games.

Fast chess, so when playing chess with Isabella, you must be prepared for a long-term war. Lin Youde once slacked off because he waited too long. He made a mistake and was overturned. From then on, Isabella began to think about it.

It took even longer, and every time Lin Youde suggested playing fast chess, she would strongly oppose it.

But this time, there was obviously something more tempting than victory that was tugging at Isabella's heartstrings.

So after Lin Youde touched her head back and forth several times, Isabella sighed, threw Josephine's Castle that she had been holding in her hand into the wooden box containing the chess pieces, and said, "I give up, I lose."

Already."

After saying that, she turned to look at Lin Youde: "What...

Private visit via incognito service? Will you encounter anything interesting?"

"I can't tell you this clearly." Lin Youde shrugged. "You have to go to the street to experience the atmosphere in person."

After hearing this, Isabella pursed her lips and fell silent, with a distressed look on her face. It seemed that the idea of ​​going out on the street to experience the traditional Chinese culture up close was so attractive to her that she didn’t even bother to act arrogant.

So cute.

After holding it back for a long time, Isabella finally said: "Then, should I change into traditional Chinese clothing? Just like the one Josephine wore a long time ago." "Hanfu? But your Hanfu is still good.

I'm doing it now. It takes quite a lot of effort to make.

And if you go to great lengths to wear Hanfu, it will definitely alarm Ba, and then we won’t be able to get out."

"Wouldn't we include me in this?" Josephine asked.

"Of course." Lin Youde looked surprised. "Am I the kind of person who likes the new and dislikes the old, and has all kinds of partialities when there is a new girl?"

"No, of course I know you're not, dear." Josephine shook her head, "But you took the two of us out on the street, and why are you talking about a private visit incognito? Even in Beijing, you can hold two foreign beauties on your arm alone.

There aren’t many men walking around on the streets?”

Lin Youde has no extravagant hope of being able to hide the informants of various forces - it is basically impossible to hide it. His so-called private visits in private are just for the common people. The common people don't know that you are the powerful Mr. Lin.

Only in this way can we have close contact with the "real" market.

….

It is not uncommon to take a blond foreign girl out to hang out in Beijing today, especially now that Russia is so chaotic. Many Russian nobles have sent their daughters and wives to China and other countries for refuge. Many wealthy young men in the capital have

With this, I finally learned from Lin Youde and got over my addiction to foreign girls.

But if you take two beautiful foreign girls with blond hair and blue eyes out to hang out, and these two people have such obvious elegant and luxurious temperament, that is not so unusual.

So Lin Youde thought about it and felt that what Josephine said made sense.

"Then... I'll just take this guy with me?"

"Well, it's fun. I'll have them ready to go out and rescue you at any time. Besides, you'd better say hello to Weili and let her spies get more food."

Lin Youde nodded. In fact, he wasn't too worried about this. He was a man with a plug-in. When faced with an assassination, he could just shout "Buster Link" to avoid danger.

So Lin Youde turned to Isabella, who had been eager to try, and said, "Do you need to prepare any more?"

Isabella shook her head.

"No, I'll just put on another coat."

"Okay, let's go then. Be careful to go out quietly and not disturb Ba." "What is this?" Isabella frowned and stared at the bowl in her hand. She also put her nose over and sniffed carefully.

His pretty face twisted into a ball. "Can such a smelly thing be eaten? Could it be the excrement of some strange animal?" Lin Youde shrugged, with an expression of "you won't eat it", and picked up a piece from the bowl.

Putting the stinky tofu into his mouth, the mellow aroma spread in his mouth. While Lin Youde tasted the delicious food, he wondered that he had never thought of asking the team of chefs in Helang Yabo to make some stinky tofu to eat.

Isabella looked at Lin Youde, who was enjoying his meal, and then at the chubby little guy next to him who was also enjoying his meal. Then he doubtfully reached out to the tofu in the bowl with his chopsticks. However, she was not skillful in using her chopsticks, and there was a bad smell.

It was so smoked that it took me several attempts to pick up a small piece.

The chubby little guy next to her laughed at her: "Sister, you can't do it. You're really bad at using chopsticks."

As he spoke, the little fat man skillfully picked up a piece of stinky tofu and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it happily.

Isabella stared at the dark thing as if she was in danger, swallowed hard, closed her eyes and put the thing into her mouth.

Lin Youde couldn't help laughing: "What's going on with you, like Plato drinking poisoned wine?" At this time, Isabella looked like she was about to vomit, but vomiting in the street would obviously damage her status as a lady, so she

She covered her mouth firmly with her hands and glared at Lin Youde with a resentful look. But then the expression on her face miraculously changed.

"Well, after overcoming the feeling of wanting to vomit, it tastes unexpectedly delicious." Isabella commented after swallowing the food in her mouth, "It's just that the taste is unbearable." She looked at the remaining food in the bowl.

The stinky tofu seems quite difficult to part with.

"How about you hold your nose and then I feed you?" Lin Youde tried to suggest.

Isabella looked around, still embarrassed: "That would be too embarrassing."

"Just think of yourself as French."

Lin Youde's words made Isabella burst into laughter. She lightly stepped on Lin Youde's foot, then put the chopsticks into Lin Youde's hands, pinched her nose and opened her mouth slightly, like a little baby waiting to be fed.

Like a bird, he was waiting for Lin Youde to feed him.

After Lin Youde fed two pieces, almost all the eyes around them were focused on the pair. Isabella finally couldn't keep her face off. She snatched the chopsticks from Lin Youde's hand and started eating by herself.

"Where's the smell? Is it okay?" Lin Youde asked with concern.

"My nose seems to be stuffed, hmm." As she said this, in order to strengthen the authenticity, she also sniffed hard.

Lin Youde laughed. He turned around and saw that the stall owner was also laughing.

….

So Lin Youde asked: "Do you know English?" The honest-looking stall owner shook his head: "I don't understand, but I can probably guess what's going on."

The characteristic of Beijingers is that once they start talking, they don't want to close it again. The same is true for this stall owner.

"You are really good at being able to seduce such a decent foreign girl."

"No, no, thanks to the current situation. In the past, how would we have had the chance to fuck a foreign girl?"

"That's right." The stall owner nodded in agreement. "Have you seen Mr. Lin's recruitment video of the Navy Ministry? Oh, after watching that movie, I felt better eating and sleeping better. To tell you the truth, I also practiced in those days.

The punch..."

"Listen to him." A passing young man selling steamed buns on a pole suddenly interrupted, "How can he practice boxing with his physique? He is just the leader of a gang."

"Go, go, go!" The stall owner waved his hand and chased the young man away, and continued, "Back then, I practiced martial arts at Jingwumen in Shanghai. I wanted to strengthen my body and drive foreigners out of my country in the Qing Dynasty. But after practicing for a long time, nothing except

Teaching foreign strongmen a lesson has no effect. Thinking about it, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of hatchets, right? He is even afraid of knives, but what about foreign guns and cannons? So Mr. Lin still has a way

, this is all being bullied to foreigners.”

Speaking of this, the stall owner seemed to suddenly remember something. He stretched his neck and lowered his voice, and whispered mysteriously to Lin Youde: "Have you heard? Mr. Lin Youdelin is actually Li Zhongtang's illegitimate son, so this

Only then can we take over the mantle of the Westernizationists.”

Lin Youde decisively complained: "Ah? Why haven't I heard of it? Is it true or false?"

Seeing that Lin Youde didn't believe it, the uncle opened up his storytelling posture and was about to start the lecture. Isabella, who had finished eating the stinky tofu, came over and asked in English: "What are you talking about?" Lin Youde also replied in English: "You said I am Li Hongzhang's.

Illegitimate son, Xia Yuhe's son by Daming Lake..."

Then Isabella felt as if she had hit a ghost, her face was full of bewilderment.

Lin Youde took out a whole Nanyang ticket, stuffed it into the stall owner's hand, said there was no need to look for it, and took Isabella to the next stall. (To be continued.
Chapter completed!